After a series of bad choices, you were caught smuggling minor drugs and some guns, now you were being stripped-searched.

Reluctantly and forcefully, you started stripping down in name of the law, dreading the next step.

"Don' make a fuss now, 'is standard procedure." Ghost grunted out as he snapped a latex glove in his hand, his expression hidden by his balaclava.

You felt his hands spreading your legs as your face was against the wall.